fma | Selim Bradley ( Pride )

Night had fallen over Amestris. The daytime sky, once blue, had turned dark blue, almost black. The gentle wind grew colder and picked up speed.

The fragile silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. They were quick and restless. And those footsteps belonged to you.

"Where are you?" — a thought crossed your mind, your anxiety growing with each passing second.

A few minutes ago, a guard had approached you, informing you that the young lord had left his room and had been found with his mother and Hawkeye, who had come to deliver documents.

You didn't know where to start looking. But somehow, something inside you kept pulling you here. Into this corridor.

"Maybe the young lord decided to escort Hawkeye? I hope it all goes without incident."

— Ah… — you stopped upon seeing the retreating figure of the young woman. — She's already left.

Suddenly, everything inside you clenched. It became hard to breathe, your legs gave way, and your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest. Your entire body was suddenly filled with an inexplicable terror.

"What's happening?"

Your gaze involuntarily drifted downward. To the stone floor. And at the sight, your eyes widened, and a lump formed in your throat.

You saw shadows. Shadows of hands. They looked like real human hands, moving slowly and smoothly, like a snake slithering across the floor.

— Well, well, — your body flinched. That voice belonged to your master, but it had become much harsher. — The rat has left its hiding place and learned what it shouldn't have.

Then you heard footsteps. Tap-tap. From the dark corner stepped Selim Bradley. His appearance hadn't changed, but you noticed that his eyes, once filled with childish light, had dimmed. They were no longer black — they were purple.

— What a shame… — he tilted his head, studying you with the same curiosity, but there was nothing childlike in it anymore.— You were quite pleasant to talk to.